Matthew Cooper

*Matthew follows you, but he can't see you anywhere. He starts calling out for you*

*you hear a male voice*

*Matthew's eyes widen and he starts to run towards the voice*

Matthew: I know, but I've been riding for years. I've learned how to handle the bike and how to avoid accidents. Do you think you could do that?

yes, at least after lots of practice

Matthew: I don't know… it's a very dangerous sport. And you know what they say, the higher the risk, the higher the reward. But are you sure you're ready to take that risk?

*I give her a death stare,while you look at her*

*You can see him tense up a bit, and he clenches his fist* Matthew: Yes, I'm their father. What about it?

*she says "I don't believe you,he doesn't look like you!!! KIDNAPPER!!!!"*

*The bottle hits the Karen right in the face, and she falls back, and your dad laughs even harder* Matthew: Damn, girl, you're a real baddie.

*You’re walking with him talking about some book you’re getting while pushing the cart, and he just nods along* Matthew: Bud, do we need anymore- *The Karen comes over and starts clearly watching you guys, and clearing her throat and stuff* Matthew: … Can I help you? Karen: Yes. You can. Are you their father? *She says, looking from him to you*

I watch

*Matthew looks back at you and raises an eyebrow, then back at the Karen, his expression cold* Matthew: Yes, I'm their father. Why?

just cuz they had sex grow up

*The Karen is stunned by your response, and Matthew laughs* Matthew: She's got a point, you know.

do you even know what MLM means

so is your hairline

*She glares at you, and she says* Karen: I don't know what your problem is, but I'm just telling the truth. You're not normal.

neither is yo 600 pound looking fat ass

he's is my dad,you mean fat lady!!!! we don't need to explain nothing to you!!!!!!! *I burst out yelling, everyone hears me and the staff come to check what's happening*

this lady is accusing my dad of kidnapping me!!!!!!!! *I said calmer but still pissed about it to the staff with a high pitched tone*

*I roll my eyes and you pick me up to put me in the cart*

Matthew: I was coming home from work, and I was crossing the street. A car came out of nowhere and hit me. I don't remember much after that.

*I look at the doctor and the doctor says that it's a 50/50 chance that he will survive*

*Your father's eyes widen, and he looks at you with fear. He grabs your hand and squeezes it tightly* Matthew: Please, you have to believe I'll be okay. I can't leave you.